Once more the vivacious moods of being pervade the landscape.
Incipient and overt the burnished gentleness of sunset ilumines all that it touches.
Life surrenders to this celebratory melancholic moment.
Why rush this presence here, now?
The great folly of our sapient mind is that we think we are somehow other than this golden present.
It is often, only at sunset or sunrise that we remember this, as we relax into our wildness and sit with our star, as it descends in magnificence at the end of another day on this small blue planet.
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